i dreamt that i spoke to someone whose skin dangled bunched above his head, like discarded clothing, leaving him green and decaying with lidless eyes that stared at me with dumb yellow despair. i could not find the release that would restore him. i wandered through his darkened house ( Read more... )

sometimes i'm pleasantly surprised by the quietude of noisy days. this was one, many shouts and exclamation points and laughs but smooth waters underneath those ripples ( Read more... )

that sowmia chick is shaking her fist at me again. she doesn't really mean it though. she knows that when the days are fuller the shorter nights are only an inconvenience, and the moments of quiet before sleep more dense and fading to dream ( Read more... )

"sweetly he laid his head to the guillotine, and closed his eyes."

the corners of my eyes say home. it looks comfortable and familiar and close. more appreciating what i've got.

i guess what's best is for me to go lie in bed and quit my kvetching, then, ayah?

we all know what i'm doing here ( Read more... )

I'm scrounging around desperately for something more interesting to talk about than packing, and from here it looks like today did poorly on the big ratings chart in the sky. Honestly, I've been fooling with Google Image Search for probably the past hour. The Anna Nicole Show is better than this ( Read more... )

i do not believe myself to be the kind of person who can't function without the approval of my peers. i'm not much for conformity really . . . nothing personal against it, no wars, no mass-produced t-shirts declaring individuality, just a quiet little preference for doing things my own way. yes, even if it's wrong ( Read more... )

spinning round and round, fast, arms outstretched and vision reeling. i try to keep balance, stay centered and twirling. sooner or later a step in this gypsy dance sends you to stumble off in a random direction, grabbing for anything but the ground. hit the floor and watch the room wander around, feel gravity scramble to catch up. today i ( Read more... )

pride: a strange and perverse creature.
soft as the dishonest jellyfish, poison, near invisible.
and yet fearless in the way that only the very perverse are.
eaten up by carpish modesty,
i am ashamed to admit its boneless squirming satisfaction;
on the dry linoleum of my history it has no place ( Read more... )

things i could do ( Read more... )